One look at the gorgeous Calico kitten and I was in love. We didn’t need another animal, but I just could not get this kitten off my mind. Eventually the cuteness factor won’t us over and we added Callie to our home. Yes, I understand her name shows no creativity but she really is a Callie all the way.
At first she would sit for hours as I held her. She would sleep as I soaked in her sweetness. Then she began to grow. She will let my daughter hold her and will sleep on my husband but she will not let me hold her. My feelings were hurt when she started refusing to sit with me. My brain used it to strengthen lies the enemy wants me to believe. I am not good enough, I am unloveable, no one likes me and other similar phrases kept me feeling sad and upset with myself.
I still wish that my gorgeous cat would let me hold her, but I no longer let it become about me. Maybe Callie doesn’t like me or maybe she is just busy learning about the world. Regardless I have to guard my mind and not let those dangerous thoughts pervade my thoughts. Struggling with depression as I do it is easy to let something so small have a huge impact. Guarding my heart allows me to believe what God says about me is truth and not what others, including my cat, think of me.
Dearest Kelli, I know how bad that hurts. 9 years ago, I wanted a puppy so bad. I searched and searched until I found a tiny black puppy. She was adorable. She was 6 weeks old. I fell fully in love with this little fluff ball, I named Lucy. Even at this young age, if I were holding and petting her, she would get off my lap and go to the other end of the couch and soundly sleep. Now, the only time she will let me hold her is if it’s cold and I’m covered up with a warm blanket. I don’t know why some animals are like that. It still breaks my heart that she isn’t affectionate. I’ve decided it’s just her loss. Get you a stuffed animal !! I love you.